“This is the last drink I’ll have tonight,” I thought, leaving the party, pretty satisfied with everything. I sauntered down Exposition and noticed how empty it felt. I kind of liked how nothing else was really needed. Suddenly, I wanted something fried so badly. A few blocks down, I found Mel’s Fish Shack still open, the only thing lit up at the intersection like the last corner of bread still holding out from rot. I ordered some fish sticks, but they were crunchy, disgusting, carving out a craving instead of stifling it, tasting like chunk of bread with one last corner holding out from rot. Mel’s Fish Stack was the only thing lit up at the intersection, still open, a few blocks down from the party I wanted to get back to. Suddenly, I wanted to get fried so badly. Nothing else was needed and I noticed how empty I felt as I sauntered down Exposition, even though I was pretty satisfied with everything. I walked back into the party and someone handed me a drink. “This is the last drink I’ll have tonight,” I thought.
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